Tracing your Trail

A trip is exciting! You get to see new places, explore new activities and have loads of fun! But did you know that you can capture these experiences forever? Not only in photographs, but also in travel journals.

What is a travel journal?

In a travel journal, you can document the trips you’ve taken. From short city tours to week-long adventures, you can note down everything about the trip. You can record your experiences daily and note down what you saw, when you saw it and how you felt. And whenever you open your travel journal, you get to relive the experience!

We spoke to Noorain Ahmed, an illustrator who has been documenting all her trips since the past 10 years! She gave us some cool tips on how you can keep a travel journal and document your memories!

“I started keeping a travel journal because I liked to write about everything I saw when I travelled. Now, whenever I read my journal, I feel very happy as I remember everything I did on my trip. It makes me want to travel more.” 

Brooklyn Lopez, 7 years, Dubai

  • One for one

Keep a dedicated book for one particular journey and give it a title. For example, if you’re travelling to Manali, the title could be ‘Manali Diaries’. Mention the date so that when you look back you remember exactly when you took that trip. It’s best to make your own journal by stapling pages together, otherwise, you can use a small drawing book as it is easy to carry around.

  • Mapping fun!

One of the first things you could do is draw a map of the place you’re at. It could be the street you’re living near and the shops or landmarks around you. Just draw what you see. You could mark the street name, stores you visited, junctions, eateries or restaurants, places you hung out, or anything you noticed on the street. If you’re doing a tour of an entire state, then you could outline the state and mark places you visited in the state. Drawing maps should be done on the first day of the trip as you can keep adding to it throughout the journey. You can also add symbols to your map to remind you of the places you saw.

  • Do it Daily

One of the things about travel journaling is you do it on the spot, while you’re on the trip as that’s what makes it special. Make an entry every day as your memories are fresh and you will be able to remember every single thing you did. If you make a note and think of putting it down later, you won’t be able to capture how you felt. It makes it special to do it right away because then you have two memories—one of the moment you are capturing and the memory of you drawing or writing about it.

  • Date it!

Whatever you’re capturing every day put the date in one corner or a title for each entry summarising your day.

  • Pen it in!

To ensure you maintain your journal every day, use a pen. If you use a pencil, you won’t be able to complete it as you will keep erasing. Use a pen and ensure you finish your journal.

  • Pick, stick and go!

It’s not necessary to only write or draw in your travel journal. You can also stick pictures, bills, tickets or something you found, or anything that describes some part of your trip.

“My travel journal is full of pictures, drawings and tickets to the museum and every single place we went. I even stuck the label of this juice I drank, which is the tastiest juice I ever had.”

Nikhil Singh, 10 years, Pune

Travel Journal Checklist

  • A title for your trip (it could be funny, quirky, adventurous or simple)
  • A map (that includes places visited, street names, important locations/ spots, north direction, distances, major landmarks, etc.)
  • People you travelled with
  • Where you stayed
  • People you met and the interesting things they said
  • Places you visited and memorable moments
  • What you ate
  • How you travelled (cab, car, auto, train, flight, bus, rickshaw, by foot, etc.)
  • Signage that is unique (welcome to…, 10 km to .., metro ahead, etc.)
  • Stickers, tickets, stamps, wrappers, fallen leaves, flowers etc.
  • Things you bought
  • Do’s and don’ts that you can share with your friends later

The Spotted Puppy

Abhay was fond of puppies. He demanded and pleaded with his parents to get a pet dog, but every time they gave him some reason and turned him down.

“It’s not easy to have a pet, Abhay! It’s a lot of responsibilities. Humans can speak and ask for what they want, but pets can’t.

Just imagine if we do not understand the needs of the animal, how miserable it will be for him here,” dad explained.

“That’s not all! If we go out on vacation, there will be no one to take care of it. We won’t be able to take it with us, nor leave it alone,” said mom.

Abhay would get sad. He knew his parents were right, but he really wanted a pup.

One day, Abhay left for school when he heard a low cry. He looked around. In a shallow drain near Uncle Sharma’s house were some tiny puppies! Abhay carefully looked at them. They were of different colours—black, grey, white, spotted—all huddled together.

Abhay stared at them for a while and then started counting them. Before he could count, the puppies huddled together, making him forget his count.

Abhay giggled. He separated them and started counting again.

While he was counting, their mother came back and looked at Abhay, bared her teeth and growled.

Abhay stepped back. He knew the mother was being protective about her babies.

His school van also arrived so he left for school. But throughout the day, Abhay’s mind was occupied by the puppies.

After returning home, he quickly changed, had his lunch, and sat down to finish his homework. Mom was pleased to see him studying and went for her usual rest.

“Mom will take a nap for an hour now.

I’ll go and play with the puppies till she wakes up,” thought Abhay as he smiled and went out.

Bobo, the mother of the puppies, was not around. She had probably gone out to eat.

Abhay picked up the puppies and started petting them. He loved the spotted puppy and picked it up and walked home with it.

Mom was still asleep when he entered.

Abhay took an old shoebox, placed some towels inside and put the puppy in it. He put some milk in a bowl and tried feeding it to the puppy, but it could not drink properly.

Abhay could not take the puppy inside the house, for if mom came to know she would ask him to take it back. And Abhay did not want that.

He started thinking of ways to convince dad and mom so they would let him keep the puppy.

An hour passed. Abhay was still playing with the puppy. He heard his mother wake up. He covered the shoebox and quickly started riding his bicycle. Mom did not suspect anything.

When dad came home from work and called Abhay, he went inside the house, keeping the shoebox covered with the puppy still in it.

Meanwhile, Bobo came back and started looking for her lost puppy who heard his mother and came out of the shoebox.

Bobo realised that her puppy was inside Abhay’s house but couldn’t get in as the door was shut.

Bobo stood outside the main door, barking. The pup ran to the door but could not go out. Bobo tried to get inside but she could not either.

Mother and child, each on one side of the door, were helpless.

Bobo’s barking made a lot of noise. Mom went out and saw the puppy and the shoebox.

She realised what had happened. She opened the door and the pup ran out to its mother. Bobo picked up the puppy gently by its neck and went back to her other pups.

Abhay saw the whole thing. He was upset when he saw the pup leave. Mom called him inside the house but did not say anything about this.

“Abhay, I’m going to grandma’s place for a few days. She’s not keeping well. You will be here with your sad,” she said, while packing her bag.

Abhay started thinking. He had never been away from mom. From the time he woke up in the morning till he went to bed at night—mom was there for his meals, homework and games. The thought of spending even one day without her around gave him shivers.

Then he saw the pups and Bobo pass by the house.

“How selfish of me! I can’t live a day without mom, and I was planning to separate the pup from its mother forever,” thought Abhay, feeling bad about what he had done.

“Abhay! Let mom go! We’ll bring the spotted pup home tomorrow. You can play with him and you won’t even notice that mom’s gone,” said dad.

“No, dad! Even that pup wouldn’t want to stay away from his mom. I saw how much he was crying today. I don’t want the pup to be separated from his mom just like how I don’t want mom to go,” said Abhay and hugged his mom.

“I’m not going anywhere! I was just trying to show you that just like you can’t stay away from me, baby animals also need to stay with their mothers,” smiled mom.

The spotted pup stood outside the door and wagged its tail.

Let us Rhyme

Geeta was not aware that Srishti’s grandmother was a poet. Geeta had come to celebrate grandma’s birthday at Srishti’s invitation.

Dadi asked, “If we want to celebrate my birthday, would you all like to do it my way?”

“Yes, why not, dadi,” replied Srishti, “So, will we not cut a cake on your birthday?”

“We will neither cut a cake nor will we blow candles. We will do something more fun!”

“So, how do you want to celebrate it?” asked Geeta.

“We will sing and dance,” said dadi.

“Wow! That sounds like a lot of fun,” said Srishti.

“So, let’s begin with some rhymes,” said dadi.

“What are rhymes?” asked Srishti.

“We have to say something in two, four or six lines, which should end in rhyming words like bad-mad, day-say, couch-pouch.”

“Okay,” said Geeta. “Dadi, you go first and we’ll follow your example.”

Dadi made a funny face and said, “So, listen:

Humans look like owls,

But they don’t growl!

Owls look like me,

Look closely, you will see!”

Everyone laughed. “Wow, dadi! An owl’s face resembles ours. But dadi, you are not an owl. You are our beloved dadi,” said Srishti and hugged her.

Geeta had thought of some lines. “May I give it a try?” she asked.

“Go ahead,” replied dadi.

“Move your legs,

Move ten paces and come back two pegs.

Let’s see who runs fast,

Who goes ahead and who comes back last?”

“Wow!” As soon as Geeta said her rhyme, Srishti, Smridhi and Priyanka stood in line. Dadi said go and everyone ran. Geeta was the first one to come back after touching the wall.

“Wow, dadi, your birthday will be memorable,” said Srishti.

“After all whose birthday is it?” said dadi and started reading one of her poems,

“Come. Come.

We make a circle,

Hold hands, everyone stands

wearing purple.

Let’s play again,

And make a chuk-chuk train.”

Dadi stood in front and the children held onto each other’s shirts and started the train. Chuk-chuk! Rahul was at the back. He was blowing a whistle and then said,

“Kabaddi is a number one game,

played by the wise,

Not for those who don’t exercise,

Whoever touches the winning line,

They will wear the garland of

victory and shine!”

Saying so, Rahul made two teams and started playing Kabaddi. Dadi was quick and touched the winning line and returned.

“Really! Dadi’s game is fun,” said Rahul.

After some time, they all got tired and sat down to talk.

Dadi! When you were young, were you afraid of exams?” asked Smridhi.

“Yes, like everyone I too was afraid of things I didn’t understand,” said dadi.

“People who didn’t understand the dark were afraid of it. The only reason we still fear things is because we don’t know them.”

“My grandfather used to say exams test our knowledge. They bring out whatever one has learnt.”

“What does this mean, dadi?” asked Geeta.

“Exams are held so that we can ask ourselves what we know and test our memory. So, why should we fear them?”

“Hmm…I did not think of exams that way,” said Srishti, “Now, what do we do next, dadi?”

Dadi distributed sweets to all the kids. She also gave them a storybook.

“My children! If everyone reads their books, I’ll think my birthday was meaningful,” she said.

Srishti then said,

“Let dadi’s birthday come again,

We get to play aboard a train!

May we sing and dance a lot just like this,

And give dadi a hug and a kiss.”

Saying this everyone hugged dadi and sat down to eat dinner.

 

Big Dome of Lucknow

The students of Champakvan School were excited. Their teacher, Dena deer, had informed them that for their annual trip they would be visiting the ‘City of Nawabs–Lucknow’.

Cheeku rabbit, Meeku mouse, Damru donkey, Roco hen, Sally squirrel, Jumpy monkey, Jumbo elephant, Blacky bear along with their teacher Dena deer boarded the Shatabdi train to Lucknow.

As soon as they reached the Charbagh railway station, the station’s building gave them a clue of the kind of architecture they would get to see in Lucknow.

After checking into their hotel room and freshening up, all the students sat around their teacher. She told them about the places they would visit each day.

“First we will visit the famous Imambara of Lucknow. It is also known as the Asfi Imambara,” she said.

Sally squirrel could not control her excitement and said, “Can we first go and see the Bhul-Bhulaiya or the famous maze of Lucknow. I have heard that it is a lot of fun and most tourists lose their way in it.”

“Just like you have lost patience here Sally,’’ smiled Dena deer. “The maze is a narrow ladder-like path inside the Imambara that leads us to the big dome.”

The others laughed when they heard this and though Sally was embarrassed for not knowing that the maze was inside the Imambara, she was happy because they were first going to the place she really wanted to visit.

Next morning, the students wore colourful clothes and took the city bus with Dena Ma’am towards old Lucknow. Bara Imambara stood close to river Gomti.

Once they reached the Bara Imambara, Dena Ma’am met guide Gogo Giraffe who was going to show them the buildings in old Lucknow. He helped them get the entry tickets to the Bara Imambara.

Sally, in her traditional skirt, was super excited to see the maze. She walked ahead of everyone holding her skirt.

Gogo guide took them on the zig-zag stairways that led to the Imambara. He told them there were 84 steps in all. Sally ran ahead to reach the top. Gogo guide walked behind her. The stairs then branched into a fork that led to two passages—one that went upstairs and the other down.

Sally took the stairs that went up, since they were going up, but as soon as she went further that passage was blocked by a wall. She was confused.

Gogo guide explained, “Yes, this is why it is called a maze. It was built to confuse the enemy. We have to go down from here before we climb up and then we can reach the top of the Imambara. This fork confuses anybody new to this place, just like Sally.”

Sally was embarrassed yet again while the others laughed.

Gogo guide took them upstairs through the correct path. “Now, I will show you the amazing craftsmanship of this building. I suggest you all walk about 50 metres to the other end with your teacher. and I will tear a piece of paper at this end. You will be surprised at how clearly you can hear the sound of the tearing paper.”

The students excitedly walked to the other end with Dena Ma’am to experience the magic.

As Gogo guide tore the paper, they all could hear the sound. They were amazed at how that could happen.

Gogo guide told them that the building had been constructed in a way that even a whisper was clearly audible from far.

Gogo guide pointed towards the windows on the upper floors and said, “Those windows have been constructed in such a manner that anyone coming through the main gate is visible to those standing at the window but those coming in cannot see who is at the window.”

Everyone peeped out of the windows to see.

After this Gogo guide took them down the stairs towards the front of the Imambara.

“This is the main building of the Bara Imambara. It is based on Persian architecture.”

He took them inside the building, and everyone was amazed to see the magnificent structure.

“Mr Gogo, who built this beautiful and amazing place?” asked Cheeku rabbit eagerly.

“This was built by the Nawab of Awadh, Asaf-ud-Daula in the year 1784. It was built in the memory of the Late Hussain Ali, a saint, but the main reason behind building it was something else.”

“What was the reason?” asked Jumbo elephant waving his trunk.

“Awadh faced a terrible drought in 1784. The people of Awadh didn’t have any means to earn. In those days, the people of Awadh lived with pride and didn’t accept charity. But when many started to die of hunger, Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula started the construction of the Imambara, to provide the people with a source of employment. The poor population of the city worked during the day while the well to-do worked at night.”

“Does that mean that construction took place during the day as well the night and that a lot of people worked here? The expenses of building it must have been very high too,” said Jumpy monkey.

“Almost 20,000 people were employed for the construction of the Imambara and about INR 10 lakh, a huge amount in those days, was spent on its construction.”

“This means that Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula was a very kind ruler who helped many people,” said Blacky bear.

“Yes, and that is why during that times it was said that ‘One who doesn’t receive from God receives from Asaf-ud-Daula’,” said Gogo Giraffe.

“There must have been an architect who designed this amazing building. Who is he?” asked Meeku mouse, showing his big teeth.

“The architect of the Imambara was Kifayat Ullah. The Nawab was impressed with his design and the Imambara was built under his guidance.”

“The biggest speciality of this building is that best quality bricks and limestone were used in its construction. And no wood, iron or cement was used.”

The animals could not believe that a ceiling that big could be made without iron, wood or cement.

After this, Gogo took them to see the well and the mosque in the Imambara compound. They also went to see other buildings in old Lucknow, close to the Imambara.

They thanked Gogo giraffe for showing them around, went back to their hotel to rest so that they could go back to Champakvan the next day.

Make a Piñata

You will need:

Paper cylinder, pencil, scissors, glue stick, red chart paper, crepe paper in different colours, thread, treats

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1. Cut 2-inch strips from all the crepe sheets so that they wrap around the cylinder. Cut slits along the edge of each strip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. Cut a circle using red chart paper and cover one end of the cylinder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. Stick the crepe paper strips using glue on top of each other to cover the surface of the cylinder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. Stick thread inside the cylinder to hang it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

5. Fill the cylinder with treats and cover the other end. Hang the Piñata using the thread.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your piñata is ready! Hit it with a stick till it breaks and treats fall from it!

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I Am Corona

“Do you know me?” Devansh was startled when he heard someone talk.

“Who are you? And why do you look like a ball covered with old nails?” asked Devansh.

“So, you don’t know me,” replied the figure. “I am Corona,” it said, introducing itself.

“What!” said Devansh startled. “So, you are that deadly virus that is spreading so fast in the world!”

“Yes,” replied Corona.

“How do you infect us?” asked Devansh.

“I enter human bodies through their eyes, nose and mouth,” said Corona. “After that, I settle in their throat.”

“Throat!” gulped Devansh.

“Yes,” said Corona. “And when humans cough, I enter their lungs.”

“Aha! Tell me what happens when you enter our lungs?”

“In my ball-like figure, there are nail-shaped proteins. These stick to the cells in the throat and then I multiply myself rapidly. Then when we reach the lungs, the healthy cells inside the lungs start dying. Due to this, the lungs get filled with dead cells and liquids, which make it difficult for humans to breathe. That leads to a decrease of oxygen in human blood and with this the lungs gradually stop functioning,” said Corona.

“You are very mean!” screamed Devansh.

“How can we protect ourselves from you?” asked Devansh.

“Keep your hands clean and wash them often. Don’t touch your mouth, nose and eyes unnecessarily. Then I am not able to spread easily,” said Corona.

“And?”

“That’s all. Keep distance from infected people. Cover your mouth and nose when you sneeze or cough and wear glasses to protect your eyes,” said Corona.

“Anything else?” asked Devansh.

“If you keep yourself clean, stay at home and avoid large gatherings, and keep your hands away from your mouth, nose and eyes, then your chances of being infected by me reduce drastically,” assured Corona.

Devansh’s mother entered his room. “What happened, Devansh? Were you dreaming in your sleep?”

Devansh woke up with a start! “It was a dream!” he said and told ma about it.

“You had a good dream! So, now you know a lot about coronavirus. Make sure we do as it says,” she said and left the room.

Devansh sat up on the bed, happy that he had learned so much.

An Untouchable Tale

Before India’s independence, caste discrimination and untouchability were practiced in Hindu society. There were many who suffered because of this. One of those who suffered was Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar, who later went on to become the Father of the Indian Constitution.

During his childhood, Bhimrao was travelling by train with his elder brother to meet his father, Ramji Sakpal. The two brothers got off at a small station called Masur in Maharashtra.

Their father lived far away from the station, so Bhimrao and his brother decided to hire a hand-pulled rickshaw, which was common during those days.

The rickshaw-puller made them sit in his rickshaw and started pulling it. He chatted with the two boys and after some distance, asked, “Children, what is your caste?”

“We are Mahars,” said the boys.

The rickshaw-puller was very angry and gave the rickshaw a violent jerk and both the boys fell off.

The rickshaw-puller began shouting at the boys. “How dare you sit in my rickshaw! You have now polluted my rickshaw!”

A crowd gathered there and more people came as news spread that two Mahar children had sat in the rickshaw and made it unholy for the upper caste.

“What can you expect from such low-caste children?” said someone.

“These untouchables have not only polluted the rickshaw, they have ruined the poor man’s day,” said someone else.

Bhimrao and his brother did not know what to do. No one took their side. All they were told again and again was that being born in a lower caste was a sin.

They began getting scared, when the rickshaw-puller began abusing them. After a long time, the crowd moved away and the boys were left alone.

They had no choice now, but to walk to their father’s house. It was hot and dusty. As they walked, the boys began to feel thirsty and tired. But nobody offered them water.

They could not drink water from a well or from the lake as in those days, lower castes were not allowed to touch wells or lakes.

People thought even their touch would pollute the water bodies. So, unless someone poured water for them to drink, the boys had to remain without water.

But since they were so thirsty, Bhimrao forgot all about his caste, drew water from a well and started drinking it.

But before he could drink enough, he heard someone screaming.

The well belonged to the high castes and someone from that caste had seen them drinking water from the well. The bucket and the well both had now become dirty.

Soon, a crowd gathered because of the shouting.

Bhimrao felt he was surrounded by a pack of wolves ready to pounce and eat them up.

The crowd then started discussing how they could recover the cost of the damage done by the boys.

And also they wanted to punish the children for them the crime that was so severe that there was no possible money that the two brothers could give.

The people began beating the boys. Nobody stopped to think that these were two thirsty children. All that they had done was drank some water, which was a gift of nature. But to the crowd, the boys were low caste and deserved to be beaten.

Some in the crowd began saying that beating the boys was not enough. They had to be punished even more severely.

They decided to shave the boys heads and some people ran to look for a barber. But in those days, it was difficult to find a barber who would shave the head of a lower caste person!

None of the barbers in Masur agreed to shave the boys’ heads.

The barbers were scared that no one would come to them if they knew that they had touched a lower caste boy.

The two brothers were beaten up badly, and finally managed to escape the angry crowd.

This incident affected Bhimrao deeply. He started thinking about ways to remove the caste system from Indian society.

He realised that education was the only way to free himself and others like him from such horrible injustice.

Bhimrao became a scholar. He became a doctor in 1927 from Columbia University in New York City for his thesis ‘National Dividend of India—A Historic and Analytical Study’.

In 1923, he did further education in Economics from London School of Economics.

Bhimrao Ambedkar not only drafted the Constitution of India, but he was also India’s first Law Minister.

To make people aware about how badly lower castes were treated in India, he took part in several revolutions, wrote many books, and edited newspapers.

It was on the principal of equality and friendship, he wanted a new India to emerge from the British rule.

Unfortunately even today, lower caste Indians do not get treated equally. In upper caste houses, they are not allowed to sit on chairs, have to eat from a different plate and they still get badly treated in many other ways as if they are lesser.

Leaping Frog

You will need:

Orange, light and dark green, and red chart papers, scissors, glue, pencil, black pen

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1. Take light green chart paper and cut it in a shape of a leaf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. Cut four thin conical strips of dark green paper and stick them on the leaf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. Cut two equal size green strips and stick them together on one end. Fold each strip over the other to form a tight spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

4. Glue this spring in the centre of the leaf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

5. Trace a frog on orange chart paper and cut it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. Cut circles from red chart paper and stick them on the frog’s body. Add eyes using white chart paper and black pen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

7. Cut a long strip of red paper for the frog’s tongue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

8. Glue the frog on the paper spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your frog is ready! Press the frog to see it hop!

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Busting Myths

Watch this super-awesome video that will clear your doubts and help you fight and prevent coronavirus!

Paperless Shivani

Twelve-year-old Shivani lives under the Jasola flyover in south Delhi. On a usual day, she spends her time making a list of children who cannot get admitted into a school. She explains why going to school is important and what documents are needed for admissions.

“When I was in class 2, I loved going to school: learning different subjects, playing, and spending time with my friends. I used to get up early in the morning and pack my bag and tiffin my mother prepared before she left for work. I would get ready and leave for school with my friends. On the way, we would discuss the new things we learned in school,” says Shivani, who went to a local government school.

Education Denied
But Shivani’s morning routine suddenly changed. One day, her teacher said she couldn’t attend school anymore because her Aadhar card, an identity card issued by the government, carried the address of another locality in Delhi. The rule was that only students from the local area could attend the government school.
Shivani’s parents are construction workers who shift houses regularly and live wherever their work takes them. As they change homes frequently, they don’t have a proof of address, a document that is essential for school admissions in India. But Shivani could not understand why the teacher was asking her to leave school. She repeatedly pleaded with her teacher to allow her inside the classroom so she could study with her friends.

Hopeless Days
Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of the classes she was missing.
When the school did not listen, Shivani’s parents stopped her from going to school. Her routine changed from studying to household chores. Every day, she would watch her friends go to school and still wonder why she couldn’t go. She kept asking her parents to get the necessary documents that would enable her to go back to school, but since they worked from morning to night, they didn’t have the time to get the documents. But Shivani didn’t give up and kept asking her parents, though they didn’t know how to get the documents.

One day, she heard of a few teachers from an NGO who frequently visited her locality to teach children. Shivani was thrilled and began going there. She was happy she could study without having to submit documents. She spoke to the teachers about her lack of documents and learned how to
get them.

She and her parents were taken by the NGO teachers to a local government Aadhar card camp to update their address proof.

After a few days, Shivani’s Aadhar card was updated. Her address read “Under Jasola flyover,” which now was proof enough for her to rejoin her old school.
She says, “Just because of some documents, I was able to go from class 2 to class 6. I was very happy, but I was afraid that I might have forgotten to read and write.”

Lending a Helping Hand
Now, Shivani helps children like her who don’t have documents. She does this by keeping a record of the children in her locality who don’t go to school and are struggling to get their paperwork done. She then submits this list to the NGO, whose volunteers help the children get their documents in place to ease the process of school admission. Shivani has helped 22 children in her locality get admitted to school. She goes door-to-door, talking to people, spreading awareness on documentation and education. Through street plays and discussions under the flyover, she tells people how girls have to struggle to get an education, a concept deeply rooted in her.

This story was published in the April issue of Highlights Champs

Myth Busters–The Coronavirus Bureau of Intelligence

Until a few months ago, the word ‘pandemic’ largely existed in science fiction. Coronavirus did not exist and we washed our hands for 5 seconds if not lesser. Enter COVID-19. Coronavirus is a severe respiratory syndrome caused by the virus, SARS-CoV-2. Are you feeling lost with this unexpected vacation from school and clueless on how to face this virus? We got your covered. What’s that? The Panic Button? Let’s start by switching that off.

  • Go ahead and use the bleach to clean the house but don’t drink it to kill the virus, that’s dangerous.
  • You adore your pets, don’t you? The cat, the pooch, the hamster, the birds, the World Health Organization, an institution responsible for public health, says that none of them enables the transmission of coronavirus. Hence, while you stay safe at home, go ahead, pet them and love them.
  • Lemonades are great drinks for summers and rich in Vitamin C. Does that help in killing our monster virus? No, it doesn’t.
  • We know that the masks make you look as cool as Ninja Turtles, but they aren’t necessary unless you yourself have the virus or you’re in a crowded place.**
  • While cows are incredible herbivores and one of the reasons, we have abundant calcium in our bones, cow urine or cow dung is not going to kill the virus. Let’s use them for composting and manure.

 

So what can you do?

You do not have to do a hundred things to safeguard yourself, your family and friends against the COVID-19 virus. You can do just a few but VERY important things.

  • Use a handwash or soap and wash your hands for 20 seconds, yes sing that Happy Birthday song twice and if that’s boring, make a song of your own.
  • If using sanitizers, use one with 60% alcohol written on the label, no the herbal ones just won’t do this time.
  • While using Whatsapp to stay in touch with friends is great, do not believe unverified information that is forwarded. Coronavirus is definitely not a virus which looks like Godzilla.
  • Don’t stop greeting your elders, go on and do the Namaste or the wave or the Thai wai or maybe just Spock’s Vulcan Salute. Handshakes are out of safe fashion!
  • Stay safe but also stay cheerful and positive because the strength of the mind is needed as much as the body’s to fight this disease together.
  • Cover your face with a tissue while you cough or sneeze and remember this etiquette rule even after the pandemic is over. And we shall say, ‘Gesundheit’ (The German word for health, used to address sneezes, historically.)

 

Take a pledge today to join the Coronovirus Intelligence Bureau and debunk hoaxes and bust all myths surrounding the pandemic.

**Please note that as per the World Health Organization’s updated guidelines, the use of masks helps in the prevention and control measures that limit the spread of COVID-19. 

Responsible Mohit!

Schools were shut for 3 weeks to contain the spread of coronavirus. Prateek was bored at home.

Just then ma came and told him that his best friend Mohit had come back from America.

Prateek picked up the phone and called Mohit.

“Mohit! Hi! So glad you are back. Come to my house quickly and let’s play!” he said, excited.

Hi, Prateek! How are you? I can’t come and play with you. My family and I have been asked to stay at home in quarantine. We all can’t step out of the house for 14 days. Though we are all well, we don’t want anyone to come near us as we may be carriers of the virus. After 14 days, I am allowed to come and meet you,’’ Mohit explained.

“Our holiday was cut short because we were all asked to go back because of coronavirus. I have missed a lot of school work. I called Chirag to ask for his notebook, but he refused. His mom told him not to contact me as I’ve just come from abroad. She said that anyone who comes in contact with me could get infected. What do I do now?” said Mohit sadly.

“Don’t worry! I’ll give you my notebook. I’ll keep it outside your door and once you’re done, you can keep it outside, and I will come and collect it after 24 hours. We all should take precautions, but that does not mean I should stop being your friend. It is said that the virus does not survive on a surface for more than 24 hours so I’ll take my book from you after a day. You’ll get your notes and I won’t have any chance of getting infected,” said Prateek, cheerfully.

“You are my true friend,” said Mohit, with tears in his eyes and his voice shaking over the phone.

“In this hour of need, we should extend all the help we can to each other. That’s all I’m doing,” said Prateek and kept his notebook outside Mohit’s house and came back.

Don’t Fear Corona

Nilay’s father just informed him that their neighbour, Mr. Gupta had been advised to stay at home in isolation. He was running a fever and coughing, for the past few days. Nilay was worried for Vishnu, his best friend and Mr. Gupta’s son.

“Papa! Is uncle suffering from coronavirus?” asked Nilay.

“He has been tested. We will know once the reports come out in 3 days,” said papa.

“So, if Gupta uncle has coronavirus, does that mean everyone in their house will get? Even Vishnu? Will they all die?” asked Nilay and trembled with fear.

“Of course not, Nilay! Not every cold and cough or fever needs to be a symptom of coronavirus. Mr. Gupta is taking precautions, by keeping himself and his family in isolation so that if he has the virus, it does not spread,” papa explained Nilay, but he was not convinced.

Nilay continued to question his mother and his grandparents about the virus. Papa realised that Nilay was gripped with fear and then thought of something and called him.

“Nilay, viruses have existed on Earth for millions and trillions of years and humans have been infected by them every now and then. This new virus, Covid-19, spreads faster and is more dangerous that other viruses. It enters the human body through contact with the nose and mouth and starts infecting the lungs. Scientists are working on developing a vaccine or a cure against it, but till then we must prevent ourselves from getting infected. By not going out, we reduce our chance of getting infected,” papa explained.

“I know, we need to wash our hands with soap and water for 20 seconds regularly. And we should not touch our face with our hands to protect ourselves from this virus. Also, we should take care when we are with people by maintaining a suitable distance. Right, papa?” asked Nilay, now feeling more confident.

“Yes, Nilay. Excellent! Let’s not fear corona but take steps to prevent it,” said papa and patted Nilay on his back.

Vicky’s Plans

Vicky’s school called to inform that it was being shut to control the coronavirus outbreak. Vicky was overjoyed.

“Wow! What fun! This is amazing! I’ll play cricket all day with my friends!” said Vicky and started making plans.

Ma! I’m going to Kitty’s house to play!” said Vicky.

“Vicky, we have to be at home and not step out. The school is shut so that you stay away from your friends and teachers and stop coronavirus from spreading. We all are required to stay indoors, unless absolutely necessary. Children and the elderly should not step out at all,” ma explained.

“So what will I do all alone at home?” said Vicky, stamping his feet and throwing a tantrum.

“There are many things you can do and enjoy at home,” said ma.

“Like what?” asked Vicky.

“You could draw, paint, sketch, read books. You could write down your thoughts in a diary as you pass each day at home. It’s spring. See so many birds are making nests. Observe how they collect twigs and make nests. At night, we could go star gazing from our terrace as the sky is much more clear and the stars are shining. You could also learn new recipes. You love sandwiches. Maybe we could try and make some together. And you could help me out in household chores,” said ma and smiled.

Vicky liked ma’s suggestions, but he was not completely pleased.

“But meeting friends… going out… I can’t do all that, can I? I’ll be bored!” said Vicky.

“There are many indoor games you can play like ludo, snakes and ladders, carrom. You can video chat with your friends and stay in touch. You always wanted to arrange your cupboards and label all the books on your bookshelf. You could do that. Also, we both love music. We could make our own lyrics and sing songs to keep us busy during this time. And by staying indoors, win this fight against coronavirus,” said ma.

“We will definitely win this fight, ma!” Vicky smiled, understanding ma.